The oppressive pressure of death enveloped the hearts of the strong warriors present.
It was as if their souls were being tightly gripped, daring not to breathe.
"The favored one of the God of War and Roars, dead. No, he was obliterated in an instant."
In an era that had mostly lost its faith, the old gods were not considered strong, and some warriors with profound backgrounds could afford to care less.
But the legendary ones favored by the gods...
The blessed, the chosen, the servants of the Fallen God, and so on, undoubtedly possessed combat power that far exceeded their peers.
Among the blessed, it was quite easy for a world-class strongman to emerge.
Regardless of their potential for future growth, their combat power was unquestionable.
Just now, the God of War and Roars' favored one could roam through the spatial turbulence, and with a mere wave of his hand, he commanded awe-inspiring might, indeed a world-class strongman.